I clenched my teeth, seething.
But then I was shocked out of my anger when he grabbed me by my thigh and hauled me to the edge of the bed, flipping me over onto my back.
“Madoc!”
Parting my legs, he hooked me under my knees and yanked me to meet him at the edge.
My heart pumped like a ten-pound weight pressed against my chest, and a sweat broke out over my neck.
What the hell? Why was he handling me?
“School,” he urged like a warning.
“It’s . . . it’s . . . good,” I stammered. “I’m studying Mechanical Engineering. You?”
I didn’t laugh, because I was mad, but this should’ve been funny, I guess.
He ran his fingers between my legs, massaging my entrance. “Pre-Law,” he responded in a light, nonchalant tone. “Surprise, surprise.” He sounded like he was having a business conversation.
“Yeah,” I breathed out, trying really hard to figure out what the hell my mind should be on right now. His questions or the sensation of his prodding fingers. “Pre-Law? How’s that?” I asked.
“I like it, actually.” His eyes weren’t on mine. He was watching everything his hand was doing. “I think I’ll be good at it. So what does the Valknut tattoo mean?”
He slipped a finger in, and my belly exploded with fireworks.
“Um . . . what?” I gasped.
What was the question?
His finger—or fingers, I thought it was one, but I felt so full—had to be buried down to the knuckle, because he was so deep when he started massaging my insides with small circles.
Holy shit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“The Valknut symbol, Fallon,” he reminded me.
I barely unclenched my teeth. “Can I tell you another time?”
Please, please, please, pretty please?!
His sly little smile peeked out as he watched his fingers moving inside me. Triumphant bastard.
“One more question.” He raised his gaze to mine. “Do you trust me, Fallon?”
I stilled, knowing right away what my answer was. “You’re the only person I trust.”
Sitting up with my legs still hooked on his arms, I looked up at him and whispered, “And I’ll make you trust me.”
He was going to wake up in the morning with me still here.
He pulled me up to stand on the bed, and I wrapped him up in my arms, hugging him to me. His smooth jaw rubbed against my chest as his head lowered, trailing kisses over my collarbone and down my br**sts.
I ran my fingers through his short blond hair and leaned into his mouth. Chills spread everywhere, and I shivered.
He took a nipple between his teeth and then covered it with his entire mouth, sucking hard. “Damn,” I sighed, completely helpless.
I let my head fall back as I moaned. His hot mouth sucked and released, bit and let go, over and over again until I felt like there was a spark of electricity shooting from my heart straight to the heat between my legs.
Then, he turned his attention on the other one: kissing, nibbling, and damn near eating me alive.
Sucking in my bottom lip, I dug my nails into his shoulders while he feasted. The torture was so good, but it was building so much that I wanted to throw him down, climb on top, and ride him.
I jerked, my eyes popping open when I felt his fingers back between my legs.
“Damn, you’re wet,” he groaned into my neck.
Yeah, I could feel it.
I pushed against his chest and dropped to the bed, scooting back to the headboard in a slow crawl.
“Stop toying, Madoc,” I challenged through hooded eyes. “Time to put up or shut up. Let’s see what you got.”
He broke out in a bright smile, stilling my heart. Laughing and watching me, he stalked around the bed unfastening his jeans.
“My little rival. You think I can’t rise to the occasion in this game?” he shot back.
I couldn’t hide the smile at the corner of my mouth. Leaning back on my hands, I bent my legs up, locking my knees together with my ankles apart.
I lifted my eyebrows with a look that said prove it.
But my face fell when he smiled again, this time more sinister.
Oh shit!
A yelp caught in my throat as he darted out his hands, grabbed my ankles, yanked me down, and then paused only a moment to gloat at my wide-eyed expression before flipping me over to my stomach.
Fast, shallow breaths poured in and out of me, and my insides clenched and throbbed with the friction of the blankets on my stomach.
I choked on air. “Mad—”
“Don’t talk,” he growled low in my ear, and that’s when I realized I was trapped by a wall behind me.
He still had his jeans on. I could feel them rubbing against my ass.
His hand dipped back between my legs, and I closed my eyes as he smoothed them up and around the entrance, across my cl*t in circles but never entering me. I propped myself up on my elbows and started moving into his fingers.
The bed dipped, so I knew he must’ve brought a knee up to lean over me. A hot, wet tickle ran up my back, and I shivered at the feel of his tongue licking me.
A hard nibble descended on my side, and I clenched the blankets under me.
“Madoc.” But he didn’t stop. Coming down again and again, he sucked on the skin of my back, taking it between his teeth each time. It felt like glass splintering. One kiss and the tingles spread out in an even radius all over my body.
“You want to challenge me again?” He pressed himself into my ass, and I could feel his hardness trying to get free.
But then I was shocked out of my anger when he grabbed me by my thigh and hauled me to the edge of the bed, flipping me over onto my back.
“Madoc!”
Parting my legs, he hooked me under my knees and yanked me to meet him at the edge.
My heart pumped like a ten-pound weight pressed against my chest, and a sweat broke out over my neck.
What the hell? Why was he handling me?
“School,” he urged like a warning.
“It’s . . . it’s . . . good,” I stammered. “I’m studying Mechanical Engineering. You?”
I didn’t laugh, because I was mad, but this should’ve been funny, I guess.
He ran his fingers between my legs, massaging my entrance. “Pre-Law,” he responded in a light, nonchalant tone. “Surprise, surprise.” He sounded like he was having a business conversation.
“Yeah,” I breathed out, trying really hard to figure out what the hell my mind should be on right now. His questions or the sensation of his prodding fingers. “Pre-Law? How’s that?” I asked.
“I like it, actually.” His eyes weren’t on mine. He was watching everything his hand was doing. “I think I’ll be good at it. So what does the Valknut tattoo mean?”
He slipped a finger in, and my belly exploded with fireworks.
“Um . . . what?” I gasped.
What was the question?
His finger—or fingers, I thought it was one, but I felt so full—had to be buried down to the knuckle, because he was so deep when he started massaging my insides with small circles.
Holy shit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“The Valknut symbol, Fallon,” he reminded me.
I barely unclenched my teeth. “Can I tell you another time?”
Please, please, please, pretty please?!
His sly little smile peeked out as he watched his fingers moving inside me. Triumphant bastard.
“One more question.” He raised his gaze to mine. “Do you trust me, Fallon?”
I stilled, knowing right away what my answer was. “You’re the only person I trust.”
Sitting up with my legs still hooked on his arms, I looked up at him and whispered, “And I’ll make you trust me.”
He was going to wake up in the morning with me still here.
He pulled me up to stand on the bed, and I wrapped him up in my arms, hugging him to me. His smooth jaw rubbed against my chest as his head lowered, trailing kisses over my collarbone and down my br**sts.
I ran my fingers through his short blond hair and leaned into his mouth. Chills spread everywhere, and I shivered.
He took a nipple between his teeth and then covered it with his entire mouth, sucking hard. “Damn,” I sighed, completely helpless.
I let my head fall back as I moaned. His hot mouth sucked and released, bit and let go, over and over again until I felt like there was a spark of electricity shooting from my heart straight to the heat between my legs.
Then, he turned his attention on the other one: kissing, nibbling, and damn near eating me alive.
Sucking in my bottom lip, I dug my nails into his shoulders while he feasted. The torture was so good, but it was building so much that I wanted to throw him down, climb on top, and ride him.
I jerked, my eyes popping open when I felt his fingers back between my legs.
“Damn, you’re wet,” he groaned into my neck.
Yeah, I could feel it.
I pushed against his chest and dropped to the bed, scooting back to the headboard in a slow crawl.
“Stop toying, Madoc,” I challenged through hooded eyes. “Time to put up or shut up. Let’s see what you got.”
He broke out in a bright smile, stilling my heart. Laughing and watching me, he stalked around the bed unfastening his jeans.
“My little rival. You think I can’t rise to the occasion in this game?” he shot back.
I couldn’t hide the smile at the corner of my mouth. Leaning back on my hands, I bent my legs up, locking my knees together with my ankles apart.
I lifted my eyebrows with a look that said prove it.
But my face fell when he smiled again, this time more sinister.
Oh shit!
A yelp caught in my throat as he darted out his hands, grabbed my ankles, yanked me down, and then paused only a moment to gloat at my wide-eyed expression before flipping me over to my stomach.
Fast, shallow breaths poured in and out of me, and my insides clenched and throbbed with the friction of the blankets on my stomach.
I choked on air. “Mad—”
“Don’t talk,” he growled low in my ear, and that’s when I realized I was trapped by a wall behind me.
He still had his jeans on. I could feel them rubbing against my ass.
His hand dipped back between my legs, and I closed my eyes as he smoothed them up and around the entrance, across my cl*t in circles but never entering me. I propped myself up on my elbows and started moving into his fingers.
The bed dipped, so I knew he must’ve brought a knee up to lean over me. A hot, wet tickle ran up my back, and I shivered at the feel of his tongue licking me.
A hard nibble descended on my side, and I clenched the blankets under me.
“Madoc.” But he didn’t stop. Coming down again and again, he sucked on the skin of my back, taking it between his teeth each time. It felt like glass splintering. One kiss and the tingles spread out in an even radius all over my body.
“You want to challenge me again?” He pressed himself into my ass, and I could feel his hardness trying to get free.
